Page 35 of Meet Me In The Dark

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My head spins, but I barely have time to catch my breath before I feel his hands shift, gripping my thighs, and then I’m airborne.

A surprised gasp escapes me as my legs instinctively wrap around his waist.

I’m still too lost in my post-orgasm state to realize I’ve probably already died.

After taking a few steps, I feel the mattress beneath me and the cool sheet against my heated skin.

“Lie back.” His voice is rougher and more demanding now.

I shouldn’t like this as much as I do.

But God help me, I do.

I like that he’s guiding me.

That he knows exactly what he’s doing.

That I don’t have to think.

I sink into the sheets, feeling a need I hardly understand.

“You can give me another one.”

I feel the press of his strong hands spreading my thighs before his breath ghosts over my already aching core.

Then his mouth is on me, and I ascend.

A shocked, broken moan escapes as his tongue works me into submission before his lips close around my clit and suck.

Holy fuck.

I arch, hands gripping the sheets, my entire body on edge, as he devours me like it’s his job.

I can’t see him.

I can’t anticipate his movements.

I can only feel.

And he makes damn sure I feel everything.

“Oh, God,” I hiss, fingers fisting the sheets.

He hums against me like he enjoys the way I sound.

“Keep those legs open for me,” he says, his mouth brushing against me with every word.

I try, I really do, but I’m writhing now.

It’s too much and not enough. He’s everywhere and still somehow nowhere near where I need him most.

“Please,” I gasp, not even sure what I’m begging for.

He answers with action.

Two fingers slip inside me just as his mouth becomes rougher. His tongue flicks fast, then slow, then fast again. His fingers curl upward, stroking that devastating spot inside me with precision.

“You’re doing so good for me,” he says, voice strained, like he’s holding himself back.

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